Christmas Carol Fan Fiction
I do not own the copyrights to Christmas Carol
Two Worlds Collide
Ch. 11
Mr. Scrooge paced around in his bedroom which sat on the top floor of the mansion he'd moved into. The hardwood floors where shiny, the curtains would have been wide open allowing bright sunrays' to enter the room only the time of day did not call for it, and it kept the night's moonlight out of the room. His mind was digesting what Janie had confessed to him that evening.
"She has to be crazy." Ebenezer told himself over and over, "Twenty-first century? Ba-hum bug!" The ba-hum bug lost any weight it had as he easily realized he'd told his story to no-one. "Book, written in twentieth century," The words were repeated and the man found himself sinking into a chair. He'd thought about writing his experience down in a journal for quite some time, wanted to share his story, but questioned whether or not it would do any good. Also, he'd wondered if anyone would bother reading it in the first place. "Guess I know the answer to if anyone will read it." Janie's face as she'd found the courage to tell him everything jumped to his mind. Mr. Scrooge groaned and would have dwelt on it only his cleaning lady knocked on his bedroom door.
"There's a gentleman caller 'ere waitin' for you downstairs." Her cockney accent from birth held strongly in place.
"This time of night?" Mr. Scrooge stepped outside his bedroom.
"Yes, said it was most urgent, said 'e just 'ad to see you." That got the businessman into the parlor in a flash. As soon as he saw the American looking cowboy in his home he knew who his visitor was. Scrooge greeted him using the man's first name.
"You've come about, Janie? I presume?" Mr. Scrooge was surprised, but not shocked, when Randall acknowledged he was correct, and then wasted no time in vouching not only for his niece's sanity, but her honesty as well.
"I can't explain it to you, Mr. Scrooge, but whatever my adopted niece may or may not be, she's not insane, nor is she lying to you." He then, after sitting down in a chair offered to him by Ebenezer Scrooge, leaned forward informed Scrooge of details from the actual book, and proceeded to ask just how serious he was about the girl.
"Very, I just…" Randall's host said as he rubbed his forehead, "It's a bit much to take in."
"I know, but I am heading out tomorrow morning and either I leave here knowing she'll have your name tacked onto hers, or she comes with me." Randall sat straight answered his host bluntly when asked why'd Janie would be forced to go with her uncle if Ebenezer's ring wasn't on her finger. "It wouldn't be force, trust me, her heart belongs to you. Life here without you, for her, would be sheer torment." The man held up his hand before Mr. Scrooge could say anything. "I know my niece." A description of Jane's tears and heartache was given in detail. "I refuse to leave her behind, if you are going to walk away from her so to speak, if her heart has to heal after risking so much by total exposure to you, well, then…" Randall stood up, "…it will be on familiar territory to me. I leave at ten a.m. And…"His jaw set firm, "…this visit may not be by those Christmas Spirits, but I do have the power to take her away from you and neither one of us would be seen again; trust me on that." Randall gave a nod of his head and showed himself out leaving Mr. Scrooge to have, what he felt, was the biggest debate of his life…beyond the Christmas night which had so changed his life.